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somehow

Ohia, Ernest Chigaemezu

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it begins with dreams where your heart flutters nonstop in an airplane bound for america used to be a part of your dreams now are like cicadas throwing a wild party & you're clueless as fuck your papery heart too dumb to know what it feels like to be held by a man calls you baby and the whole world condenses too soon you will realize the beauty in loneliness how silence reigns supreme in your room only exists as a haven for lost men that come at you softly with lies dripping from their lips on end the raves keeping your mind active ever since you packed your stuff and left home is the stranger breathing under your skin begging you to send whatsapp replies for proof you're still breathing & dreaming of the boy whose revolutionary arguments stole your heart one sultry afternoon in july you ogled him so hard that your heart began to beat furiously & your chest couldn't attempt a push to cage it was the first time in years & it amused you touching the tip of his cock like a grail the sharp musk reminding you of caribbean thyme to slow down & wonder what ruin calls you by your name on his tongue echoes some 6367 miles away to show how foolish this -ship is & you're not even ready for the truth mocks you in your face chuckles harder as you type the 11th i miss you in a row begins and ends in your head over the belief that he might return the feeling but the dreamer is you will hate the happy pictures on your phone hate the rumble in the skies hate the light you carry inside you will hope for beginnings fresh as they are new serenades to busy yourself in times of want daydreaming good enough to be your favorite thing to do lately is to sit unkissed let your appetite for tenderness wreck you into pity make your mornings into a torrent of sins bursting through your fingers are testaments to the circus in your mind somehow

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Listen to “somehow” by Ohia, Ernest Chigaemezu, read by Aidan Miles-Jamison.

About this poem: This poem was my first real reckoning with the fact that I was leaving my country for another. At the time, I didn’t yet understand the weight of that truth. In the morning, I carried on with my life as if nothing mattered. But, at night, I would bawl my eyes out at the thought of everything I had left behind. So, writing this poem felt necessary; I didn’t want that feeling of letting go to slip away.

This poem was selected as the winner of the Sita Martin Prize for Shō No. 7.
Read about the Sita Martin Prize for emerging poets here, or view past recipients and honorees.

A black-and-white photo of a Black man gazing up to the right. His face is bathed in light, his gaze is soft, and he wears a turtleneck sweater.

Ohia, Ernest Chigaemezu is a queer Nigerian poet and editor, currently pursuing an MFA in poetry at the University of Alabama, where he also serves as Design Editor for Black Warrior Review. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Lolwe, The Muse, 20:35 Africa, Agbowo, Rigorous, and elsewhere. His chapbook manuscript, The Wanting Flesh, was a finalist for the 2025 Garden Party Collective Chapbook Contest.

A girl in a long white dress and a bird head mask sits on a bough under a full moon in a night forest landscape. Her hands are folded in her lap and her feet can't be seen. Text says: Shō Poetry Journal No. 7 Summer 2025.

From Shō No. 7 (Summer 2025)

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Publishing Stats

Since our revival issue was published in Summer 2023:

260

Poems Published

170

Total Poets Published

73

Audio Features Published

28

Poems Nominated for Prizes

1

Poem chosen for inclusion in Best Spiritual Literature

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